Getting older can play humorous tricks on the mind of most of us who have been around for several decades. How else can you explain your memory and past experiences?

There are times I can recall a certain day when I was 10 years old playing “Cowboys” using the porch as sheriff’s office. Then sometimes I can’t remember what I was doing day before yesterday.

Awhile back in this space we listed a few things and events common several years ago. What follows is a few more activities that no longer occur like they once did. Hopefully you can remember a few of them.

When was the last time you hung out washed clothes on a backyard line on a chilly day? The jeans were the toughest because of the wire contraptions that made the legs flat. Taking them back down before they froze was also a tricky task.

Then there was the period of time waiting for the ripened apples to fall off the tree. The job of picking them up was overlooked because you could already smell Mom or Grandma cooking them in the kitchen. Applesauce or pie, it made no difference.

Now it was always a job cutting the grass. This was back before the motorized seated mowers. When you pushed the two-wheeler with the spinning blade, you knew you were earning your allowance.

Raking leaves was another annual event during the fall. Time consuming as the mowing, it still had the anticipation of jumping into the piles. Then later, burning the leaves and the smell of smoke were also delightful.

Buying new clothes and supplies for school still remains a tradition, but when was the last time you searched for a Big Chief paper tablet, a No. 2 pencil, a rubber eraser, and a small bottle of Elmer’s Glue?

As for the clothes, the boys could get by with regular shorts and long sleeve shirts and mostly jeans. The girls might wear pedal pushers or twill trousers elsewhere, but not to school. The young ladies were restricted to dresses or blouses and skirts. All had to be below the knees. This held true regardless of the coldest weather. It didn’t seem fair, but that was the way it was.

If you were a kid and were fortunate enough to know someone who lived on a farm, you might get to help gather eggs then. This was mystifying to the city kids, but also educational. It took only one trip to the chicken pen to learn not to go barefoot a second time. It was always wise to watch out for the rooster, too.

Why was it a rule if you were under a certain age (14 most of the time), you had to remain in the waiting room at the hospital? Family or friend, only the older ones were allowed to visit patients. Shoot, we couldn’t even see Mom or our newborn sister or brother until they came back home.

Today, thanks to the modern super grocery markets, we can buy a watermelon almost the year around. That’s nice, but when was the last time you were able to go out in the garden and pick one fresh from the vine? Unless you selected one too early, nothing could match the good taste.

It is a sure bet that as long as civilization lasts, different haircuts will flourish. When was the last time to request a flattop or ducktail cut if you are a boy, or a pompadour style if a girl?

Today there seems like countless television channels are available to subscribers. When only three stations were broadcasting shows, it was common to check out the Sunday newspaper schedule of TV listings. This can still be done, but it just isn’t as much fun.

Indoor computer devices take up so much of our youngsters’ time today. When did outdoor games like “Olly Olly Oxen Free” and “Red Rover” stop being a childhood pastime?

Most fads and styles and activities have a habit of fading away as time passes. Probably 50 years from now many of today’s younger generation will remember the days of their electronic games and their interests from past years.

The question of what the future holds for their children and grandchildren can only wait to be answered.

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